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OLLANTA 

An  Ancient  Peruvian  Indian  Drama 


BY 


FRANCES  C.  WENRICH 


BOSTON 

RICHARD  G.  BADGER 

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MADE  IN  THE  UNITED  STATES  OF  AMERICA 


The  Gorham  Press,  Boston.  U.  S.  A. 


To  my  three,  Wright,  Henry,  and  Christine,  this 
small  volume  is  lovingly  dedicated; 

and 
to   the   loyal   Indian  youths   and   maidens  who,   at 
Commencement  seasons,  so  faithfully  strove  to  por- 
tray to  their  audiences  this  redramatization  of  the 
Red  Man's  greatest  classic. 

Frances  C.  Wenrich. 


FOREWORD 

This  drama  is  conceded,  by  expert  scholars,  to  be 
a  genuine  production  of  the  ancient  Peruvian   In- 
dians, and  is  known  as  the  Quichua  or  Inca  drama 
of  Ollanta.     Under  the  encouragement  of  the  Span- 
ish conquerors  it  appeared  in  written  form  in  the 
seventeenth  century.     It  did  not  attract  the  atten- 
tion of  men  of  learning  until  1837,  and  in  1853  it 
was  translated   from  the  Spanish   into   English,   by 
K^       Sir  Clement  R.  Markham.     The  story  and  a  few 
*       fragments  of  the  drama  are  published  in  "Litera- 
^        ture  of  All  Nations,"  edited  by  Julian  Hawthorne, 
John  Russell  Young,  and  John  Porter  Lamberton. 
The  story  is  also  told  in  Adam's  "In  the  Land  of 
the  Incas,"  and  in  Hudson's  novel,  "The  Crimson 
Conquest."    From  the  story  and  the  few  fragments, 
**      the  drama  has  been  rebuilt, 
i  Frances  C.  Wenrich. 


OLLANTA 


Act  I. 

Scene  i.     In  a  Street  of  Cuzco. 
Scene  2.     In  the  palace  of  the  Inca 
Scene  3.     In  the  palace  Garden. 

Act  II. 

Scene  i.  In  Ollanta's  Camp. 

Scene  2.  In  a  street  of  Cuzco. 

Scene  3.  After  the  battle. 

Scene  4.  In  the  dungeon. 

Act  III. 


Scene  i.  In  Ollanta's  stronghold. 

Scene  2.  In  the  palace  garden. 

Scene  3.  In  the  palace  of  the  Inca. 

Scene  4.  In  the  dungeon. 


A  BRIEF  OUTLINE  OF  THE  DRAMA 

Act  I. 

Ollanta,  Chief  of  the  Antis,  friend  and  ally  of 
Inca  Pachacutec  Yupanqui,  loves  the  Princess  Cusi 
Co3dlur,  Joyful  Star.  As  Ollanta  is  not  of  royal 
blood  his  suit  is  rejected  by  the  Inca.  Under  the 
sanction  of  Huillac  Umu,  Priest  of  the  Sun,  he 
takes  the  Princess  clandestinely. 

Act  II. 

Banished  from  the  Inca's  presence  Ollanta  raises 
a  rebellion  and  is  declared  Inca  by  his  Antis.  At 
the  birth  of  a  daughter  to  the  Princess,  the  angry 
Inca  secretly  imprisons  her  in  a  dungeon  of  the  pal- 
ace. During  a  period  of  ten  years  Ollanta  wages 
warfare  for  the  recovery  of  the  Princess. 

Act  III. 

'  By  an  act  of  treachery,  Rumi-naui,  the  Inca's 
general,  gains  access  to  Ollanta's  stronghold  dur- 
ing the  celebration  of  a  religious  festival.  While 
Ollanta  and  his  men  are  in  a  stupor  from  their 
revels,  Rumi-naui  admits  his  own  warriors,  who 
seize  Ollanta  and  bear  him  away  as  a  captive,  to 
the  Court  of  Ynaqui,  son  and  successor  of  the 
former  hardhearted  father.  Ollanta,  having  been 
permitted  to  speak  in  his  defense,  is  pardoned  and 
restored   to   favor   by   the  generous   Inca.     At   the 

II 


J  Brief  Outline  of  the  Drama  I2 

moment  of  release  news  of  some  one  imprisoned 
behind  the  palace  walls  is  brought  by  Yma  Sumac, 
the  little  daughter,  and  Cori-tica,  the  Princess' 
friend.  All  hasten  to  the  dungeon  to  find  in  the 
wasted  form  of  the  prisoner,  the  loved  and  lost  Joy- 
ful Star.  Recognition,  reconciliation,  and  renewal 
of  affection  follow. 


, '  ^       (  CHARACTERS 

Ollanta — Chief  of  the  Antis.     (Mountain  tribe). 
Piqui-Chaqui — (Fleet-Foot).     His  servant. 
Huillac  Umu — Priest  of  the  Sun. 
Inca  Pachacutec  Yupanqui — Monarch.    Acts  I  and 

H. 
Rumi-naui  (Stony  Eye) — The  Inca's  General. 
Quehuar — General  and  Counsellor. 
Incarial  Guards. 
Quitoan  General. 
Matopo 

and       >-Chieftains  under  Ollanta. 
Mocho 

Standard  Bearers. 
Priests. 
Dancers. 

Cusi  Coyllur — (Joyful   Star) — The   Princess. 
Cori-tica  —    (Golden   Flower)    —  The   Princess' 

Friend. 
Yma  Sumac — (How     Beautiful) — The     Princess' 

ten  year  old  daughter. 
Nuyallah — Yma  Sumac's  nurse. 
Chorus  of  Maidens. 
Nobles  and  Warriors. 


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EXPLANATORY 

Quichuas — Ruling  Peruvian  tribe. 

Antis — Mountain  tribe  of  whom  Ollanta  is  Chief- 
tain. 

Inca — Title  of  Quichua  rulers  who  were  absolute 
monarchs.  By  the  Incarial  law  the  daughters 
of  Inca  could  marry  only  members  of  the 
Inca  family. 

Pachacamac — Supreme  Deity  of  the  Peruvian  In- 
dians. 

Ynti — The  Sun-god  worshipped  by  the  Peruvian 
Indians. 

Quilla — The  moon. 

Chasca — Venus. 

Tuya — A  yellow  and  black  finch  which  robbed  the 
grain  fields. 

Cuzco — City  of  the  Quichuas. 

Translations  from  the  Original  Found  in 
"Literature  of  All  Nations" 

1.  Opening  dialogue   (in  part). 

2.  The  maidens  chant  to  the  tuya.      (Not  used  in 

the  play). 

3.  The  Princess'  lament  in  the  dungeon. 

4.  Ollanta's    threat    against   the    Inca    and    Cuzco, 

(almost  wholly). 
Indian  music  from  Peru,  Lumholtz'  "Unknown 
Mexico." 


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OLLANTA 

Act.  I 
Scene  i.  In  a  street  of  Cuzco. 

Ollanta.     Piqui  Chaqui !  have  you  beheld 

The  Princess  Cusi  Coyllur  in  the  palace? 
Piqui.     The  Sun,  our  Deity,  forbids  it. 

Know  you  not  that  it  is  unlawful 

To  look  upon  a  daughter  of  the  Inca? 
Ollanta.     And  know  you  not  that  nothing 

Can  move  my  love  for  the  tender  dove? 

Oh,  by  what  road  shall  my  heart  go, 

That  it  may  seek  the  Princess? 
Piqui.     The  Devil  has  perplexed  you, 

And  you  wander  in  your  speech. 

Are  there  not  plenty  of  other  young  girls, 

Who  would  love  you,  before  you  are  old? 

Should  the  Inca  hear  of  your  love. 

He  would  chop  you  into  mince  meat. 
Ollanta.     Silence!  speak  not  to  me  of  punishment, 

Else  will  I  lay  my  macana  across  your  back. 
Piqui.     Away  then,  Piqui!  fall  not  by  his  hand. 

Fall  not  like  a  dog.    Away,  Piqui! 

Each  day,  each  night,  he  shall  miss  me; 

The  year  shall  not  see  me  in  his  presence. 
Ollanta — Go  then — leave  me,  Piqui  Chaqui! 

Lead  forth  the  dances  of  straw 

With  the  light-footed  girls  on  the  mountains. 

But  for  me — though  enemies  attack  me, 

15 


1 6  Ollanta 

Though  traitors  stand  on  every  side, 

Yet  will  I  embrace  my  Cusi  Coyllur. 
Piqui.     If  the  Devil  should  stand  by  you? 
Ollanta.     Him  also  would  I  spurn  with  my  foot. 
Piqui.     You  never  yet  saw  the  tip  of  his  nose, 

How  then  dare  you  speak  to  him? 
Ollanta.     Cease    your     nonsense,     Piqui,     while    1 
speak. 

What  if  you  could  hide  this  bright  flower, 

Perchance  my  sweet  Coyllur  might  see  it. 

And,  thinking  of  me,  speak  to  herself  aloud. 
Piqui.     Still  perplexing  yourself   concerning  Coyl- 
lur. 

How  can  I  help  you? 

Each  day  you  grow  more  sad  for  this  girl. 

You   forget    alike   the   worship   of   Ynti    (the 
sun), 

And  the  duty  you  owe  to  Quilla  (the  moon). 
Ollanta.     You  know  her  by  sight? 

How  beautiful,  how  joyful  she  is! 

But  now  you  walked  past  her, 

And  beheld  her  ever  lovely  and  joyful. 
Piqui.     Indeed  I  know  her  not  by  sight. 

I  have  indeed  passed  by  the  palace, 

But  never  entered  its  precincts, 

Or  beheld  the  Princess. 
Ollanta.     Do  you  assert,  then,  that  you  never  saw 

her?  ^ 

Piqui.     I  have  only  beheld,  in  their  secret  abodes, 

The  bright  and  adorable  stars  of  night. 
Ollanta.     Go  then  with  this  flower  to  a  star;  * 

That  start  most  lovely  of  all, 

More  beautiful  even  than  Ynti!  'L 


i 


Act  I  17 

Peerless  amidst  the  hosts  of  heaven. 
Piqui.     If  it  should  be  possible, 

I  will  bribe  some  old  man  or  woman ; 
I  will  be  awake  and  try  it, 
And  your  token  shall  be  carried  to  the  Prin- 
cess. 
I  then  consent  to  be  your  messenger. 
Though  I  am  but  a  poor  orphan.     {Exit  Piqui 
Chaqui) . 
Enter — High  Priest  of  the  Sun,  Huillac  Umu. 
Huillac  Umu.     O  living  Sun!  I  watch  your  course, 
As  it  moves  onwards  in  the  heavens; 
For  you  are  now  preparing 
A  thousand  sacrificial  llamas. 
Their  blood  shall  flow  for  your  glory. 
For  you,   too,   are  gathered   the  herbs  of  the 
field. 
Ollanta.     I  will  speak  to  this  gazer. 

O  mighty  Prince!   O  Huillac  Umu! 
The  whole  people  know  thy  power. 
Receive  then  my  praises. 
Huillac    Utnu.     O    brave    Ollanta.      Thy    speech 
awakens  me 
From  meditations  on  the  bright  Deity. 
Lift  up  your  eyes  and  there  behold 
The  source  of  all  Earth's  blessedness. 
Ollanta.     True,     mighty     Prince,     the     Sun-god's 
warmth. 
Does    move   our    mothier    Earth    to    blessings 

yield. 
But  do  you  think  he  so  concerns  himself 
With  mortals  that  when  they  beseech  him  oft 
He  will  bestir  the  hearts  of  men 


1 8  Ollanta 

To  yield  their  treasures  up? 
Huillac  Umu.     Reveal  your  hidden  meaning,  Son. 
Ollanta.     My  eyes  have  looked  upon  the  Princess 
fair; 

Enduring  love,  a  prisoner  in  this  breast. 

His  freedom  seeks.     And  if  at  liberty  I  send 
him  forth 

He'll  straightway  to  the  Princess  haste, 

Entreat  her  favor,  and  remain  her  guest. 
Huillac   Umu.  Audacious  one! 

You  know  full  well  the  Inca's  law; 

His  royal  pride  will  never  yield 

Your  valiant  service  he'll  forget; 

His  daughter  to  his  own  he'll  wed, 

Your  carcass  to  the  vultures  send. 

Bring  me  that  flower. 

Behold  that  it  is  quite  faded.     Come  here. 

Thus:    though  entirely  dried  up, 

It  shall  weep.      {Presses   it  and  water  flows 
out) . 
Ollanta. 

It  matters  not. 

Water  might  even  spring  from  a  dry  rock 

But  not  even  for  that  would  I  desert  my  love. 
Huillac   Umu. 

Strong-headed,  your  fate  is  in  your  own  hands. 
{Turns  to  go). 
Ollanta. 

Stay,    teacher,    grant    me    yet    your    gracious 
favor. 

If  I,  emboldened  by  my  love, 

Persuade  the  Princess  to  be  mine, 

Will  you  your  blessing  give? 


Act  I  19 

Huillac  Umu. 

The  future  holds  its  own  secrets. 

( They  pass  on). 
The  Princess  and  her  friend  coming  down   the 
street. 
Cusi-Coyllur. 

How  pleasant  the  evening  air! 
Cori-Tica. 

And  Chasca's  silver  beams  her  radiance  sheds. 
{Piqui   Chaqui  disguised  as   an   old  woman   ap- 
proaches). 
Piqui  Chaqui.      {In  disguise). 

Peerless  one,  can  you  a  moment  spare? 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Speak !  what  do  you  desire,  good  mother  ? 
Piqui  Chaqui. 

Adorable  Star,  if  from  this  ragged  cloak 

Some  beauteous  gift  I  now  bring  forth. 

Can  you  the  giver's  message  read  ? 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Old  mother,  how  can  I  know  what  there  you 
hide? 

Uncover    your    secret    that    I    may    know    its 
meaning. 
Piqui  Chaqui. 

This  flower  so  red,  hangs  down  its  head ; 

Not  so  the  one  whose  gift  I  hold ; 

He  boldly  dares  his  love  unfold. 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Who  are  you  woman?    Who  sends  me  gifts? 

Answer,  before  I  have  you  seized 

And  to  my  father  Inca  carried 

To  answer  for  this  brazen  act. 


20  Ollanta 

Pigui  Chaqui. 

{Throwing  off  woT7ian's  cloak). 

Behold  in  me  my  master's  messenger! 
Cori-tica. 

Piqui  Chaqui !   Our  honored  chieftain's  serving 
man! 
Piqui  Chaqui. 

Fair  princess,  bewitching  lovelight  from  your 
eyes 

Has  answered  to  my  Chieftain's  eagle  glances 

And  he  but  asks  his  own.     When  will  you  see 
him? 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Cori-tica,  you  are  my  friend 

You  know  my  secret  heart,  and  yet — 

My  father's  wrath  I  dare  not  rouse. 
Piqui  Chaqui. 

{Turning  to  go). 

I  carry  your  answer  to  Ollanta 

The  ever  strong  and  faithful. 
Cori-tica. 

Wait,  you  fleetfoot,  how  like  a  flea  you  are! 

{To  princess). 

Shall  we  not  receive  this  token,  Joyful  Star? 
Piqui-Chaqui. 

{Interrupts) . 

'Tis  not  the  first  time  my  mad  master's 

Folly  uncontrolled,  a  fool  has  made  of  me; 

Nor  has  the  princess  always  spurned 

The  messages  Ollanta's  fool  has  brought. 
Cori-tica. 

Be  quiet  Piqui!     You  talk  too  much. 

{To  Joyful  Star). 


Act  I  21 

We    celebrate    tonight    the    fete-dance    of    the 
flowers, 

Why  not  OUanta  in  the  palace  garden  meet 

Before  the  queen  of  night  her  face  unveils? — 

The  stars  may  plead  your  cause. 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Ollanta  knows  this  lonely  Star 

Is  only  Joyful  when  he's  near. 

Then,  Piqui  Chaqui,  tell  him  I  will  come. 
Piqui  Chaqui. 

My  master's  folly  is  so  great 

The   Devil  himself  could   not   keep  him   long 
away. 

Piqui's  head  may  feed  the  dogs, 

But  still  his  master's  will  must  have  its  way. 

{Piqui  goes). 
Cusi  Coyllur. 

Cori-tica,  my  father!  my  father! 

What  will  my  father  do?    . 

O  Chasca,  friend  of  lovers, 

Soften  my  father's  stony  heart. 

{Passing  slowly). 
Cori-tica. 

The  queen  of  night  is  always  kind, 

Her  tender  radiance  she  freely  lends, 

When  Ynti,  angry,  turns  his  back, 

And  hides  his  countenance  of  wrath — 

So  may  she,  too,  your  father's  wrath  subdue. 

Scene  2.     Palace  of  the  Inca. 

{The  nobles  and  generals  are  gathered  to  re- 
ceive the  Inca.    A  Quitoan  veteran  enters  and 


22  Ollanta 

raises  hand  for  silence.  Two  officers  take 
places  at  each  side  of  the  door.  Nobles  all 
kneel  and  bow  to  the  earth  as  Inca  enters. 
He  moves  toward  dais,  reaches  seat,  and  turns 
with,  "Rise."     Nobles  group  for  audience). 

Inca-Pachacutec.     {Addressing  general). 
Rumi-Naui,  my  brave  one, 
We  would   hear   your   report   concerning  our 

captive  enemies. 
Are  their  leaders  safely   guarded?     Do   they 

tremble 
That  I  decree  their  fate? 

Rumi-N  aui. 

Favored  of  the  Sun,  thy  honor  is  great.  As 
the  dying  leaves  of  the  forest  fall  before  a 
mighty  blast,  so  fell  our  enemies  before  us. 
Ynti  sent  his  lightning  lances  and  consterna- 
tion seized  them.  Our  war-cry  ascended  up- 
ward into  the  blue  sky  where  dwells  the  Giver 
of  Life.  Prowess  and  valor  dwell  with  the 
Sun-God.  Pachacamac  hovered  like  a  cloud 
over  the  children  of  the  Sun.  His  cover  was 
their  refuge.  They  rested  in  the  shadow  of  His 
wings. 

Inca. 

The  joy  of  Pachacamac,  the  Giver  of  Life, 
is  where  the  warriors  sing,  and  the  smoke  of  the 
war-fire  rises  up;  where  the  flowers  of  the 
shields  spread  abroad  their  leaves;  where 
deeds  of  valor  shake  the  earth ;  where  the  fatal 
flowers  of  death  cover  the  field. 
The  battle  is  there — in  the  open  fields  where 


Act  I  23 

the  smoke  of  the  war-fire  curls  upward  from 
the  fatal  flowers  which  adorn  you,  ye  friends 
and  warriors  of  the  Quichuas. 

Rejoice,  ye  children  of  the  Sun,  who  went 
forth  to  the  open  field  of  battle.  Let  us  rejoice 
and  revel  amidst  these  trophies  of  our  enemies' 
overthrow — these  shields — flowers  of  the  mur- 
derous fray, 
SongI — "Royai  Eagle."  {Chorus  of  nobles  and 
warriors) . 

"NuiCHOL  Song" 

Vae-li-ka   Vae-H-ka    u-i-ma-li;    Vae-li-ka   Vae-li-ka 

u-i-ma-li 
Royal  Eagle!    Royal  Eagle!    Royal  Eagle!    Royal 

Eagle ! 

(Va-vae-)  me-ma-na-kaui  (Va-Vae)  me-ma-na-kaui 
Is    floating,    floating   above!      Is    floating,    floating 
above ! 

Va-vae)  me-ma-na  kaui  (Va-)  ta-hac-ma-me 
(me-)  ma-na-kaui 

Is  floating,  floating  above!  Above  us  floating,  float- 
ing above ! 

(Va-)  ta-hae-ma-me  (me-)  ma-na  kaui  (Va-vae-) 
me-ma-na  kaui 

Above  us  floating,  floating  above !  Is  floating,  float- 
ing above, 

(Va-vae-)  me  ma-na-kaui  (Va-vae-)  me-ma-na  kaui 
Is    floating,    floating   above!      Is    floating,    floating 
above  I 


24  Ollanta 

{As  song  ends. 

Chief  Ollanta  attended  by  Piqui  enters. 
Both  kneel — Piqui  behind  Ollanta — until  the 
Inca's  permission  is  given  to  approach) . 

Scene  2.     Inca  Pachacutec. 

Come  here,  courageous  one,  your  visit  is 
timely.  Nobles,  your  homage  give  to  this 
intrepid  hero  who  carries  Pachacutec's  stand- 
ard into  distant  realms  where  mountain  tor- 
rents onward  rush  to  join  the  kingly  Amazon. 
By  his  conquest  thousands  of  rude  barbarians 
their  tribute  gather  and  toil  to  bring  it  to  your 
ruler's  feet. 
Nobles. 

Ollanta!  friend  and  ally  of  the  children  of  the 

Sun! 
May  Ynti's  light  ever  shine   brightly  on  his 
pathway. 
Ollanta. 

Beloved  of  the  Sun,  your  highly  esteemed 
favor  is  greatly  desired  by  me,  Ollanta  has 
been  honored  by  your  friendship.  You  have 
made  feasts  for  him.  He  has  gone  in  and  out 
before  you.  His  heart  has  been  gladdened 
by  your  recompense.  Ollanta  asks  still  greater 
reward  at  your  hands.  Cusi  Coyllur,  the  joy- 
ful star,  has  smiled  on  her  father's  friend  and 
J  \  ally.    Lovelight  from  her  eyes  has  set  his  heart 

\\  \  aglowing.     Ollanta's  heart  has  become  strong 

and  bold.  O  mighty  Pachacutec,  give  me  this 
shining  star  that  our  friendship  may  be  sealed 
forever. 


) 


Act  I  25 

Scene  2.  Inca  Pachacutec.  {With  much  passion). 
What !  Do-I-hear-aright  ? 
Base  son  of  darkness,  who  thinks  to  wed 
the  star  that  shines  in  the  heavens  above  him! 
Thou,  knowest  the  Inca's  law!  Begone!  before 
great  Ynti's  righteous  vengeance  smites  thee 
here  before  my  eyes.  Impious  dog!  Seize 
him,  guards.  Away!  and  out  of  my  sight  for- 
ever. 
Ollanta. 

Hold!    Touch  me  not!    Arrogant  one, 
Your  edict   I   defy.     The   princess   is  already 
mine   and    shall    not   be   taken    from   me. 
Ollanta's  warriors  gather  at  his  word  and 
fear  him  only.     As  one  I  go;  with  thous- 
ands I  return.  / 
{Commotion    and    cries    among    the    nobles    \ 
but  Ollanta  boldly  departs  followed  by  faith- 
ful Piqui). 

Curtain 

Scene  3.     In  the  palace  garden. 

{Maidens  are  arranging  garlands  of  flowers. 
They  chatter  and  laugh  among  themselves,  and 
pelt  one  another  with  flowers.  The  princess 
is  seen  seated  alone,  sad,  and  in  a  reverie. 
Cori-tica  enters  and  approaches  the  princess). 

Cori-tica. 

Why  hang  such  heavy  clouds  upon  the  brow 
of  Starry  Eyes? 
Cusi  Coyllur.      {Mournfully). 

Have  you  not  heard  how  my  royal  father 


26  Ollanta 

has  driven  Ollanta  from  his  sight  forever?  My 
father's  sternness  chills  my  blood.  Quilla  with- 
holds her  beams,  and  the  Sun-God  hides  his 
face.  Alas,  the  mantle  of  black  darkness  en- 
shrouds me. 

Cori-tica.      ( Caressingly ) . 

Not  so,  dear  one,  you  magnify  your  plight. 
Light,  and  warmth,  and  joy  are  near.  I  have 
just  seen  Piqui  Chaqui,  He  brings  a  message 
from  Ollanta,  who  comes  with  the  High 
Priest,  Huillac  Umu,  to  the  garden  before 
the  moon  rises.  The  maidens  will  sing  your 
song  and  then  I  shall  send  them  away  that 
we  may  be  alone. 

Cori-tica.      {To  the  maidens). 

Maidens,  come  and  sing  your  Sunset  Song 
that  our  princess  may  have  delight  in  the  mel- 
ody of  your  voices. 

{Zuni  Sunset  Song  Recorded  and  harmonized  by 
Carlos  Troyer). 

E-lui-la  Ma-Ya  Zu-la, 

Good  night  to  thee,  Fair  Goddess, 

Ku-a  wey-la  Yan-a  vie-vi 

We  thank  thee  for  thy  blessing, 

E-lui-la  Ma-Ya  Zu-la, 

Good  night  to  thee,  Fair  Goddess, 

Ku-a  whey-la  Yan-a  lo, 
We  thank  thee  for  this  day, 


Act  I  27 

Al-lu-ra  wun-ga  no-ka,  alha-mi  Tan-da  lo. 

In  glory  we  behold  thee,  at  early  dawn  again. 

Kua  whey-la  Ya-an  vie-vi 

We  thank  thee  for  thy  blessing, 

Te-na-di  Yan-a  lo. 

To  be  with  us  this  day. 

Yan-a  lo, 
This  day 

Kua  whey-la  Yan-a  lo. 

We  thank  thee  for  this  day. 

{Sung  expressively  and  with  worshipful  ges- 
tures). 

Cori-tica. 

'  The  dance  of  the  flowers  begins  at  moon-rise 
Take  your  garlands,  maidens,  and  make  ready 
for  the  festival. 

{Cori-tica  seats  herself  beside  the  princess). 

Scene  3.     Cusi  Coyllur. 

Golden-flower  my  heart  flutters. 
Fear  has  taken  hold  upon  me. 
Cori-tica. 

Lean  upon  me,  dear  one,  Ollanta  must  be  near, 

St!     I  hear  voices! 

{Both  listen  J  Ollanta  enters  followed  by  the 


28  Ollanta 

Priest  of  the  Sun  and  Piqui  Chaqui.  Joyful 
Star  and  Golden  Flower  stand,  Ollanta  with 
outstretched  hands  approaches  Joyful  Star 
who  takes  a  faltering  step  toward  him.  Tak- 
ing her  hands  he  draws  her  toiuard  him  and 
speaks  with  emotion). 

Ollanta. 

Cusi  Coyllur!  My  Joyful  Star!  Your 
father's  vengeance  I've  defied.  The  eagle  shall 
not  seize  you.  I  cherish  this  dove  in  my  bosom. 
With  a  lion  heart  Ollanta  will  carry  this  dove 
away  to  his  mountain  home.  But  we  must 
hasten.     Huillac,  lead  the  way. 

{As  they  depart  the  moon  is  seen  rising  over 
the  distant  mountains.  Following  this  depar- 
ture a  group  of  the  Inca's  household  enters  the 
garden — two  youth  and  two  maidens — one  of 
the  young  men  carries  an  instrument  similar  to 
the  quitar  upon  which  he  is  strumming  a  Peru- 
vian air,  and  finding  seats,  the  four  sing  a  love 
song). 

Translation — Sighs  of  Chanchamayo. 

A  lover  new  doth  o'er  me  cast  his  spell 
Where  the  past  of  sadness  makes  me  fear  to 

dwell. 
A  little  dove  am  I  who  learns  to  fly, 
And  when  evening  comes  I'll  just  sit  down  and 

cry. 
River  Chanchamayo,  let  me  pass  thy  flood : 
Indian   bows    and    arrows    yet    may   spill    my 

blood, 


Act  I  29 

A  little  dove  am  I  who  learns  to  fly, 
And  when  evening  comes,   I'll  just  sit  down 
and  cry. 

{Published  in  Lima^  Peru,  by  Guillermo 
Brandes ) . 

First  Maiden. 

The  moon  has  already  arisen,  it  is  time  for  the 

festival. 
Why  linger  our  Lord  Inca  and  his  guests? 
First  Youth. 

They  must  be  coming,  for  I  hear  the  sound  of 
music. 
Second  Maiden. 

{Finds  princess'  mantle  on  the  garden  seat). 

Here  is  the  princess'  mantle,  so  she  can  not  be 
far  away. 
•    Second  Youth. 

Here  they  come — let  us  hide  in  the  shrubbery. 
{Later  they  join  in  the  fete). 

{As  the  group  of  four  conceal  themselves  the 
Inca  enters  with  company.  At  a  signal  from 
the  Inca,  the  waiting  flower  girls,  wreathed  in 
rose  hued  garlands  dance  into  their  presence 
and  with  posing  and  gestures  sing  the  follow- 
ing). 

Scene  3.     Song. 

Flowers  are  blooming,   flowers  are  blooming! 
Flowers  are  blooming,   flowers  are  blooming! 


30  Ollanta 

Their  fragrance  scents  the  air! 

Their  colors  please  the  eye! 

Their  beauty  feeds  the  soul ! 

The  Sun-God  sets  the  Rainbow  on  high ! 

The  Sun-God  sets  the  Rainbow  on  high ! 

The  Rainbow  sends  the  flowers! 

The  Rainbow  sends  the  flowers! 

( The  use  of  Rainbow  here  is  complimentary 
to  the  Inca  whose  standard  bears  the  rain- 
bow). 

Music  and  movement. 

Curtain  Falls. 


Act  II 

Scene  i.     Ollantas  Camp. 

{OUantas  warriors  in  war  dress  of  dark 
brown  tmiics  are  seen  lying  about  in  various 
attitudes  of  repose.    Piqui  Chaqui  enters). 

Piqui  Chaqui. 

Up,  brave  Antis!     OUanta  comes  with  fire  1% 

his  heart. 
His  eyes  dart  forth  glances  as  piercing  hot  as 
the  rays  of  Ynti  himself.     He  comes! 

{OUanta  approaches). 

Warriors.      {Leaping  to  their  feet). 
OUanta!     OUanta! 

OUanta. 

My  warriors,  my  tried  and  faithful  ones, 
no  more  shall  OUanta  lead  you  forth  to  plant 
the  Inca's  rainbow  standard  in  the  land  of 
rushing  waters.  No  more  shall  OUanta  and 
his  warriors  shout  their  war-cries  to  send  ab- 
ject fear  into  the  hearts  of  the  Inca's  craven 
enemies.  OUanta  suffers  great  wrong  at  the 
hands  of  Pachacutec.  When  he  entreats  him 
for  his  daughter,  the  lovely  Joyful  Star,  he 
says  she  is  not  for  such  as  OUanta.  This  pre- 
sumptuous lord  stiffens  his  neck  and  holds  high 
his  head.  Hot  anger  seizes  him.  He  dares  to 
drive  me  from  his  presence  and  banish  me  from 

31 


32  Ollanta 

his  sight  forever.  Ollanta,  chief  of  the  Antis, 
fears  not  this  haughty  ruler  who  claims  he  is 
the  chosen  of  the  Sun.  The  Sun  does  not  shine 
only  for  Pachacutec.  His  golden  glory  is  for 
all  who  dwell  below  the  sheltering  skies.  Each 
morning  Ynti  rises  in  his  might  and  Ollanta's 
arm  is  strong;  his  eyes  are  keen  to  send  the 
deadly  shaft.  Ollanta's  enemies  fall  by  the 
wayside;    he   gathers   their   shields   as   flowers 

^^    along   his    pathway.      Antis,    Ollanta    is   your 
jm^    chieftain.      He  will   lead   you   forth   to   battle 
"^T      against  this  proud-crested  Inca.    You  shall  win 
victories  for  him. 

Warriors. 

Ollanta!  Ollanta!  Ollanta,  forever!  He 
is  chosen  of  the  Sun!  The  Inca's  royal  cord 
shall  be  his!  The  Inca's  mantle  shall  he 
wear!    The  gods  ordain  it. 

Ollanta. 

It  is  well.  Piqui,  bring  me  the  blood-red 
cord.     Mocho,  find  for  me  the  crimson  cloak. 

4  Thus:  {He  puts  on  his  head  the  red  llautu 
and  throws  the  crimson  cloak  about  his  shoul- 
ders). Ollanta  becomes  j'our  Inca.  {They 
acknowledge  him  Inca  by  kneeling  and  bowin/j 
their  heads  to  the  ground).  "Inca  Ollanta." 
{The  warriors  say). 
Ollanta. 

Arise!  Our  work  begins.  Matopo,  send 
swift  couriers  forth  to  tell  every  fighting  Anti 
that  Inca  Ollanta's  forces  gather  shortly  be- 
hind the  brow  of  yonder  commanding  hill. 
And   you,   my   valiant   band,   go   to   your   rest 


Act  II  33 

until  you  hear  the  sound  of  the  beating  drum. 
(The  warriors  file  out  leaving  Ollanta  who 
strides  back  and  forth  in  an  excited  manner). 
I  will  send  a  challenge  to  this  scornful  Lord, 
that  will  open  his  eyes  a  little. 

Scene  2.     In  the  street  of  Cuzco. 

( Two  of  the  Incarial  guards  conversing  in 
the  street). 
Ouehuar. 

What  do  you  think  of  this  traitor  Ollanta's 
bold  challenge? 
Mayta. 

Our  exalted  Yupanqui  has  hurled  the  vile 
usurper's  words  back  into  his  teeth.  He'll  soon 
be  food  for  vultures. 

Quehuar. 

Our  Inca's  scouts  report  Ollanta  and  his 
warriors  encamped  just  over  the  Sachahuaman 
hill.    They  wait  our  coming. 

Mayta. 

When  ouz  Lord  Inca's  forces  meet  them  in 
battle,  I  fancy  their  feet  will  fly  faster  than 
those  of  the  startled  deer  that  seeks  the  cover 
of  the  densest  thicket.  The  life  of  this  rebel- 
lious scoundrel  is  worth  about  as  much  as  the 
light  of  a  flaring  taper  in  the  wind. 

Quehuar. 

I  am  not  so  sure,  my  friend.  This  chieftain 
has  oftert  been  acclaimed  our  Inca's  bravest 
ally.  You  know  how  his  deeds  of  valor  have 
been  chanted  at  many  a  dance  of  victory.  We 
deal  not  with  a  paltry  coward. 


34  Ollanta 

Mayta. 

I  do  not  think  he  is  so  invincible.  This 
vaunter  will  soon  find  himself  in  the  blackness 
of  darkest  midnight. 

Ouehuar. 

Yes,  Pachacamac  decides  the  destinies  of  all. 
But  Ollanta  sees  his  wrongs  as  mountains. 
His  men  are  panthers  in  battle.  They  watch 
us  in  the  night  time.  They  will  pounce  upon 
us  before  we  are  aware.  This  mountain  lion 
who  fights  for  his  lioness  is  one  to  be  feared. 
Have  }'ou  heard  how  the  Inca  princess  has 
been  spirited  away  since  the  birth  of  her  daugh- 
ter, Yma  Sumac?  Some  think  she  has  been 
hidden  in  the  darkest  dungeon  of  the  palace. 

Mayta. 

No!  Can  it  be?  Our  Lord  Inca's  anger 
is  terrible.  I  should  never  want  it  turned 
toward  me.  My  head,  I  fear,  would  not  rest 
long  upon  these  shoulders.  But  look!  The 
Sun-God  announces  the  chosen  hour,  I  hear  the 
drum-beat.  It  is  time  for  our  army  to  be  mov- 
ing. 

{Beating  drums  announce  the  moving  army 
which  passes  as  a  pageant.  Battle  Song-March- 
ing. Cries  and  sounds  of  battle  in  the  dis- 
tance). 

Battle  Song.      {Marching). 

Sun-God  shines  upon  us, 

Sends  his  glorious  light  along  our  pathway; 


Act  II  35 

Darts  his  lightning  lances 
On  our  enemy. 
Darkness  falls  on  them, 
Fear  seizes  their  hearts, 
Pachacamac  reigns! 

Curtain 

Scene  3.     After  the  Battle. 

{A  suitable  camping  place.  Warriors  enter 
with  prisoners  taken  in  battle.  They  place 
prisoners  in  the  ce?iter  and  bind;  then  dance 
about  them  with  war  cries,  thrusting  at  them 
with  spears  and  tminting  them  with  shouts  of 
triumph.     The  Warriors  sing). 

i 
Song. 
Vileke,  Vileke,  vak-u-ha-ne  Vileke,   Vileke,  vak-u- 

ha-ne 
Vulture,  Vulture,  they  caught  him.     Vulture,  Vul- 
ture, they  caught  him. 

! 

Yu-tchu-kja-to  vak-u  ha-ne  Ai-ru-li-ta  vak-u-ha-ne 
They  smoothed   his  feathers,    (when)    they   caught 
him.     (In)  Airulita  they  caught  him. 

Ai-ru-li-ta  vak-u-ha-ne 

{In)  Airulita  they  caught  him. 

{"Unknown  Mexico"  by  Lumholtz). 

{Enter  Ollanta  and  Piqui  who  stand  for  a 
short  time  as  onlookers.  The  warriors  greet 
Ollanta  with  acclaims). 


36  Ollanta 

Ollanta. 

You  have  done  well,  my  brave  ones,  to  shout 
the  song  of  victory.  The  Sun-God  smiles 
upon  the  victorious  Antis. 

{Answering  shouts  from  the  warriors) . 

\ 
Ollanta. 

Matopo,  Mocho,  see  that  these  prisoners  are 

securely    bound    and    guarded    to    await    their 

doom  at  the  day  dawn.     Take  them  away. 

{Warriors  goading  prisoners  hustle  them 
away,  Ollanta  and  Piqui  are  left  alone). 

Ollanta. 

Leave  me  now,  Piqui  Chaqui,  My  heart's 
fires  are  yet  aflame  and  I  can  not  check  their 
fierce  heat.  The  memory  of  my  wrongs  and 
my  abasement  can  only  become  as  the  white 
ashes  over  a  smouldering  burning  that  will 
burst  forth  into  consuming  flames  at  every 
fanning  breeze  of  fresh  recollection.  Only  a 
terrible  vengeance  can  quench  such  a  raging 
conflagration. 

Piqui  Chaqui. 

Piqui 's  heart  is  like  a  flaming  torch,  too,  my 
master.  It  is  hot  with  anger  against  my  Lord's 
enemies.  In  two  fires  there  is  greater  heat  to 
consume  the  obstructing  kindling  that  has  been 
hurled  across  my  master's  pathway  by  the 
wrathful  Inca.  Piqui  can  only  serve  his  Lord 
Ollanta. 


Act  II  37 

Ollanta. 

Thou  true  and   faithful   fleetfoot !     Always 
dost  thou  stand  near  me,  and  yet — thou  dost 
.not  understand,  thou  dost  not  understand. 

{Piqiii  reluctantly  goes  away). 

Ollanta  gazing  off  into  the  distance,  and 
under  stress  of  strong  feeling  giving  voice  to 
the  following: 

Ollanta. 

Ah,  Cuzco!    Ah,  beautiful  city! 

From  this  day  to  the  end  of  time 

Thou  art  filled  with  my  enemies. 

Thy  perverse  bosom  will  I  tear ; 

Thy  heart  will  I  give  to  the  condors. 

Ah,  haughty  enemy!    Ah,  proud  Inca! 
^      Swifty  gather  the  ranks  of  my  faithful  Antis; 

My  ever  victorious  soldiers  pass  in  review; 

To  them  I  distribute  arrows! 

Lo!  there  on  the  Sachahuaman  hill, 

My  men  are  gathering  like  thick  clouds ; 

The   flames   of   their  warfires   shall   light   the 
skies ; 

As  the  swift  mountain  torrents  they  shall  des- 
cend. 

To  sweep  you  from  my  path,  you  scornful  one! 

Then  it  shall  be  seen 

Whether  my  valleys  shall  be  taken  from  me! 

Then  it  will  not  be  as  now 

That  you  will  say,  "My  daughter  can  not  be 
yours ; 


I--   #^    -^  *>r  v^ 


38  Ollanta 

You  are  unworthy  of  her." 
Then  pensive  and  sad 
You  will  fall  at  my  feet,  proud  Inca! 
Then  you  will  beseech  me,  "Take  my  daugh- 
ter!" 
On  your  knees  you  will  implore  your  life! 

{Original  translation). 

Curtain 

Scene  4.     The  princess  in  the  dungeon. 

{A  cell  very  dimly  lighted.  A  raised  bed 
of  stone  at  one  side.  The  princess  gives  way 
to  despairing  lament,  action). 

Cusi  Coyllur. 

Ay  Nustallay!     Ay  Mamallay! 

How  can  I  fail  to  mourn, 

How  can  I  fail  to  weep? 

My  father  so  dear  to  me. 

My  guardian  so  beloved. 

In  all  these  days  and  nights, 

In  this  my  tender  age. 

Has  quite  forgotten  me. 

Without  asking  for  me. 

Ay,  Mamallay !    Ay  Nustallay ! 

Ah,  my  adored  lover! 

In  the  morning  that  I  came  here 

The  day  became  dark ; 

The  sun  seemed  obscure  in  the  heavens, 

As  if  it  were  shrouded  with  ashes, 

The  clouds  of  burning  fire 

Announced  my  grief. 


Act  II  39 

The  resplendent  star  Chasca  (Venus) 

Spread  out  its  rays. 

All  the  elements  were  weary, 

And  the  universe  was  tired. 

Ay  Mamallay!   Ay  Nustallay! 

Ah,  my  adored  lover! 

Curtain 


\ 


Act  III 

Scene  i.     After  Ten  Years. 

{In  Ollantas  stronghold — All  things  are 
ready  for  the  celebration  of  a  religious  festi- 
val. The  shining,  golden  sun-plate  is  seen  in 
the  background.  On  each  side  of  a  sacrificial 
altar  stands  a  priest,  Huillac  Umu  and  a  com- 
panion priest.  In  front  of  the  altar  supported 
by  a  projecting  shelf  stand  two  drinking  ves- 
sels, filled  with  the  "golden  cordial  of  plants." 
Curtain  rises  on  this  scene  to  be  immediately 
followed  by  the  procession  of  the  vestal  vir- 
gins chanting  a  song  of  praise,  each  one  bear- 
ing on  a  short  standard  a  half-disc  representing 
the  Sun-god.  Their  movements  are  respondent 
to  the  rhythm  of  the  chant  ivhich  permits  also 
a  ceremonial  bowi?ig  at  the  end  of  each  musical 
sentence.     The  song  follows)  : 

{Huichol  melody) 

O-to-Ta-wi  me-ma-no-ti ! 

Deer-god  of  the  Northland  sprang  forth! 

Wa-wat-sa-li  me-ma-no-ti ! 

Deer-god  of  the  Southland  sprang  forth! 

Sa-kai-moka  me-ma-no-ti ! 
Gods  of  the  Setting-sun  then  sprang  forth! 

40 


Act  III  41 

Ko-yo   (Yo-)   ni  me-ma-no-ti ! 

God  of  the  North,  the  North  god  sprang  forth! 

To-la-hu-li-pa  me-ma-no-ti ! 

Gods  began  to  chase  the  deer  forth ! 

Sa-kai-mo-ka  me-ma-no-ti!     A-A. 
God  of  the  Setting-sun  sprang  forth ! 

{"Unknown  Mexico,"  Lumholtz). 

{The  vestal  virgins  in  their  procession  come 
from  both  sides,  passing  from  front  stage  to 
rear  stage,  the  leader  of  each  column  stops  near 
a  priest.  Just  as  they  reach  their  places  Ollan- 
ta  and  his  men  in  ceremonial  dress  hearing 
spears  file  in,  the  virgins  and  warriors  forming 
a  double  semi-circle  ready  for  the  solo,  duet 
and  grand  chorus — the  coming  of  Pachacamac 
{Sun-God)  Huillac  Umu  sings  the  solo,  the 
companio?i  priest  joins  in  duet  and  all  join  in 
the  unison  chorus).  {Song  adapted  from  Car- 
los Troyer). 

Song.     The  Coming  of  Pachacamac. 

Solo. 

Watch  ye  the  clouds  above,  the  clouds  above 

the  sun. 
Great  Father-god,  he  will  come,  he  will  come, 

he  will  come. 
He  will  come.    He  will  come. 

Duet. 

He's    coming,     Pachacamac,     Pachacamac,   he 
comes, 


42  Ollanta 

Bend    lower,    he    is   coming,    Pachacamac,    he 

comes. 
He  comes !    He  comes ! 

{Unison  chorus  oft  repeated  "He  comes!") 
{Repeat  solo  and  duet  of  verse  i,  for  verse  2). 

Scene  i.     {Unison  chorus  with  much  life  and  ex- 
pression). 

We'll  watch  the  golden  clouds, 

The  clouds  above  the  Sun, 

They  rise  above  the  Sun  of  Life 

When  Pachacamac  comes! 

When  Pachacamac  comes  to  us  he  takes  us  far 

above ; 
Beyond  the  cloudy  skies,  Beyond. 

{Virgins  file  out  at  back  of  stage  and  at  the 
same  time  warriors  form  a  more  compact  line 
for  continuation  of  ceremonial). 

Huillac  Umu. 

The  Infinite  Pachacamac  continually  frowns 
upon  our  proud-crested  enemy.  He  quenches 
the  flame  of  every  warfire  that  lifts  its  light 
upward.  The  stench  of  smoking  embers 
poisons  their  nostrils;  scalding  tears  overflow 
their  cheeks  and  blind  their  vision. 

Ollanta. 

The  Sun-god  brightens  the  war-path  of  the 
Antis.  His  protecting  care  preserves  them 
from  every  snare  set  for  their  feet.    The  quick- 


Act  III  43 

ening  Sun  renews  faith,  hope,  and  courage  in 
the  breasts  of  the  brave  and  dauntless.  The 
end  of  our  long  struggle  is  near.  Come  near, 
my  companions  in  battle,  and  delight  yourselves 
in  his  satisfying  radiance. 

{Huillac  JJmu  and  companion  priest,  with 
uplifted  hands   to  Sun-plate j  worshipfully). 

Priests. 

Potent,  ever-living,  glorious  Deity,  our  souls 
acknowledge  thee. 

i 

{All  down,  worship.  Warriors  remain 
kneeling). 

Huillac  JJmu. 

It  is  an  old  teaching  that  one  should  quaff 
the  soothing,  golden  cordial  of  plants  in  the 
hour  of  victory.  When  warriors  enter  the 
field  of  battle  and  there  scatter  their  boasting 
foemen  as  the  strong  wind  scatters  the  chart 
of  the  seed  of  grasses,  then  is  the  time  to  drink 
the  golden  liquor  that  satisfies  the  thirsting 
soul.  Friends  and  brothers,  quaiif  now  the 
flowing,  golden  elixir  of  dreams. 

{Begins  distributing  drinks). 

Second  Priest.      {Distributing  drinks). 

Where  fragrant  blossoms  shed  abroad  their 
sweet  smelling  odors ;  where  swelling  foun- 
tains send  forth  their  refreshing  waters;  there 


44  Ollanta 

will  the  noble  and  the  brave  steep  their  souls 
in  the  magic  elixir  which  is  sweet  as  the  breath 
of  dew-laden  roses. 

{A  cry,  a  sound  at  the  doorway.  Rumi-naui, 
the  Inca's  general,  staggers  in,  bloody  and  rag- 
ged. All  are  startled  and  astounded.  Ollanta 
first  recovers). 

Ollanta.      {With  uplifted  spear). 

Who  comes  here?  Who  brazens  the  Sun- 
god's  wrath? 

Rumi-Naui. 

Help!    Help!    'Tis  I — Rumi-naui. 
I  flee  from  the  Inca.     I  am  wounded. 

Ollanta.      (Sternly) . 

Whence  came  you,  Stony  Eye? 
Answer,   before  my  angry  lance  pierces  your 
cruel  heart. 

Rumi-Naui. 

Lord  Chieftain,  Rumi-naui  is  no  more  Stony 
Eye  to  Ollanta.  His  eye  shall  be  as  that  of  the 
faithful,  watchful  dog  that  serves  his  master 
without  reward  or  recompense.  That  arrog- 
rant  upstart,  Ynaqui,  does  not  cease  to  outrage 
his  father's  friend  and  counsellor.  Rumi-naui 
has  not  forgotten  Ollanta's  prowess.  Rather 
than  serve  yonder  insolent,  fainthearted  dolt, 
Rumi-naui  joyfully  becomes  Ollanta's  common 
servant,  to  carry  his  spear  and  fetch  him  water. 

Piqui  Chaqui. 

Rumi-naui  may  carry  his  spear  and  fetch 
him  water  then  Piqui  will  carry  his  mantle  and 
dance  with  the  Princess'  maidens  at  the  palace. 


Act  III  45 

Ollanta. 

Peace!    'Tis  no  time  for  jesting,  my  trusted 

one. 
Honored  father  priest,  what  do  you  think  of 
this  new-born  friend? 
Huillac  Umu. 

Stony  Eye  may  be  useful.     Ollanta's  cause 
can  not  suffer  defeat.    All  signs  are  propitious 
for  his  final  triumph. 
Ollanta. 

Warriors,  Rumi-naui  is  now  one  of  us.  We 
celebrate  the  conquests  of  the  ever  victorious 
Antis. 

(The  feast  continues).  {Huillac  and  the 
companion  priest  distribute  drinks). 

Huillac  Umu  and  companion  priest,  speaking  alter- 
nately. 

Pour  forth  the  magic,  golden  liquor. 

Drink!  drink  the  divine  elixir  of  dreams 

Intoxicate  the  soul  till  the  senses  are  benumbed 
t  Come,  welcome  stupor ! 

Soft  lulling  sleep,  the  drooping  eyelids  close! 

{The  warriors  give  luay  to  stupor.  All  are 
quiet ) . 

{Rumi-naui  cautiously  lifts  up  his  head.  All 
are  sleeping.  He  rises  with  firm  step  and  goes 
to  the  door.  From  the  folds  of  his  tunic  he 
slips  a  scarlet  cloth  which  he  waves  as  a  signal. 
His  warriors  enter — two   to   one  of  Ollanta's 


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46  Ollanta 

men.     Rumi-naui  points  to  Oll/^nta,     ffin  fp^n^ 
seize  and  6ind  htm  and  also  his  warriors). 

Rumi-Naui.     ( Tauntingly ) . 

Ha!  Arise  from  your  pleasant  dreams,  O 
friends!  We  seek  delightful  pleasures  in  a 
flowery  land.  Does  it  pain  you  that  you  were 
so  rudely  awakened  from  your  gratifying  slum- 
bers? Rumi-naui's  desire  is  fulfilled.  His 
lord's  enemy  lies  in  bonds  before  him.  {Threat- 
eningly).  And  as  for  you,  perjured  High- 
priest,  Yna,qui  suspects  not  your  treachery. 
Your  blood  be  upon  your  head  when  I  declare 
your  perfidy. 

Ollanta. 

Ay  mi!  Ay  mi! 

Ease  and  security  have  been  our  undoing. 

Ynti  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face. 

Huillac  JJmu.     {With  faith  and  courage). 
The  gods  lie  not. 

Ynti's  light  will  dispel  the  darkness. 
Ollanta's  vindication  is  at  hand. 
The  stars  are  guiding  his  course. 

Rumi-Naui.       {Mockingly). 

Yes,  the  stars  are  guiding  his  steps  to  the 
palace  gate.  The  condors  also  are  hovering 
near,  for  tomorrow  a  rich  feast  will  be  spread 
for  them.  Away  with  them  to  Cuzco,  brave 
warriors. 

Curtain 

Scene  2.  The  palace  garden,  Yma  Sumac  {now 
ten  years  old)  is  seen  playing  in  the  garden. 
She  dances  from  plant  to  plant  and  sings  a  little 


Act  III       '  47 

song.      Groans   and  wailings  apparently   from 
the  palace  wall  startle  her. 

Yma  Sumca. 

What  is  that?  (Pauses  then  sings).  Bad 
spirits?  Yes!  (The  sounds  cease.  She  sings 
again.  Again  are  heard  the  wailings.  Again 
she  shows  fear.  She  cautiously  approaches  the 
wall.     Sings.     Sounds  continue) . 

That's  no  devil,  (Calls  out).  Who  is  in 
the  wall?  (Beats  against  it.  fVailings  fade 
away  and  cease.  Her  nurse  enters).  O  faith- 
ful, can  you  tell  me  what  is  in  the  wall?  It 
groans.  Some  one  must  be  behind  it.  When 
I  sing  something  groans  and  cries.  Listen! 
(She  sings — answering  wails).     Hear  it! 

Nurse.      (Alarmed). 

It  is  somebody.  We  must  seek  help.  (Cori- 
tica  enters.     They  tell  her  the  story). 

Yma  Sumac. 

Dear  Golden  Flower!  The  strangest 
noises!     Somebody  weeps  in  the  wall. 

Nurse.      ( Excitedly ) . 

There's  some  one  imprisoned  behind  the  pal- 
lace  walls.  The  voice  is  the  voice  of  a  woman. 
What  can  we  do  ?    How  can  we  rescue  ? 

Cori-tica. 

Sing  again,  my  beautiful,  I  would  hear  the 
sounds.  (Yma  sings  and  the  wails  are  heard). 
Ah!  that  voice.  A  light  dawns  on  me.  Chas- 
ca  grant  that  my  thought  be  right.  What  if  it 
be  our  long  lost  princess,  so  cruelly  torn  away 
by   Pachacutec  when   this   little  one  came   to 


48  Ollanta 

cheer  her  heart.  Pachacamac  grant  that  we 
find  it  is  she.  We  may  restore  her  to  the  light 
of  day.  Ynaqui's  heart  was  always  tender 
toward  his  beloved  sister.  Let  us  hasten  to  his 
presence.     He  will  release  her. 

Curtain 

Scene  3.     In  the  Palace. 

Ynaqui,  the  young  Inca,  on  golden  seat, 
and  his  nobles  grouped  about  him.  Rurni- 
naui  enters  and  bows  to  the  ground). 

Rumi-Naui 

Favored  of  Pachacamac,  by  Rumi-naui's 
wary  cunning,  your  father's  enemy  and  yours 
has  been  delivered  into  my  hands.  Is  it  your 
will  to  look  upon  the  face  of  this  villainous 
usurper?  He  lies  bound  without  the  palace 
door. 

Ynaqui. 

Bring  him  in  that  I  may  look  upon  his  dis- 
comfiture. {Guards  enter  with  Ollanta  bound 
hard  and  fast.  They  lay  hifti  down  on  his 
face). 

One  of  the  Guards. 

We'll  teach  him  to  know  who  rules  in 
Cuzco. 

Ynaqui. 

Lift  him.  guards,  and  set  him  on  his  feet. 
Ollanta.  my  father's  enemy  and  mine,  what 
words  of  defense  have  you  to  offer  for  your 
long  rebellion  against  the  Inca's  royal  will? 
Speak ! 


Act  HI  49 

Ollanta. 

My  brother,  though  yet  my  enemy.  You 
know  in  what  respect  I  was  judged  as  sinning 
against  your  father's  law.  It  is  no  sin  that  love 
glance  answers  to  love  glance.  Pachacamac 
created  a  strong  one  and  a  beautiful  one.  The 
strong  beheld  the  beautiful ;  Ynti,  the  sun-god, 
flashed  his  glowing  darts  about  them  and  set 
their  hearts  on  fire.  Quilla,  the  queen  of  night, 
enveloped  them  in  her  gentle  radiance.  Chas- 
ca,  the  friend  of  lovers,  smiled  upon  their  love. 
Was  Pachacutec  stronger  than  Pachacamac 
that  he  should  wrest  asunder  those  wedded 
by  the  will  of  Heaven?  Herein  is  my  wrong. 
Shamefully  denied  my  honorable  suit,  I  fought 
for  her,  my  other  life.  In  avenging  her  wrongs 
I  gladly  give  my  life  if  the  gods  so  will  it.  Ol- 
lanta's  defense  is  made. 
Ynaqui. 

My  counsellors,   you  have  heard   Ollanta's 
defense.     I  listen  to  your  words  of  wisdom. 
Nobles. 

First — Ollanta  is  a  strong  one. 

Second — Ollanta  was  honorable.  He  sought 
the  Inca's  favor. 

Third — The  Princess  was  a  beautiful  one. 
She  smiled  upon  this  brave  one. 

Fourth — The  Princess  answered  to  his  woo- 
ings. 
Quchuar. 

When  love  enchains  strength  and  beauty, 
he  who  attempts  to  sever  their  bonds  only  en- 
rages  the   love-god   who   straightway   enlarges 


50  Ollanta 

their  cords  and  binds  them  so  closely  that  pow- 
ers of  Heaven  alone  can  set  his  prisoners  free. 
Ollanta's  offense  can  be  pardoned  by  him  who 
is  favored  of  the  Sun. 

Ynaqui. 

Ollanta,  my  old  men  count  you  not  a  traitor, 
Quehuar,  the  wise  one,  acquits  you.  Shall  I, 
my  brother,  be  less  merciful  than  they,  who 
know  from  its  beginning  the  exact  cause  of 
your  rebellion?  Why  should  Ynaqui,  the  pow- 
erful one,  still  seek  the  life  of  the  strong  one? 
Receive  pardon  and  friendship  from  the  brother 
of  the  loved  and  lost  Joyful  Star.  Guards,  cut 
his  bonds.  {Commotion  at  the  door,  Yma 
Sumac,  Cori-tica  and  nurse). 

Yma  Sumac.     (Calls). 

My  honorable  uncle,  may  I  come  in?  I  fear 
5^our  fierce  men. 

Ynaqui. 

It  is  "How  Beautiful."  Clear  the  way, 
nobles.  Come  in,  little  one,  only  friends  are 
here.  (Yma  and  Cori-tica  bow  before  the 
Inca) . 

Ynaqui. 

Come  here,  my  child.  What  troubles  you? 
{She  hides  behind  Golden  Flower).  Speak  for 
her  Cori-tica.  {Ollanta  stares  at  Yma  Sumac). 

Golden  Flower. 

The  little  maid  has  had  a  very  great  fright. 
While  singing  in  the  garden  near  the  palace, 
she  heard  terrible  sighs  and  groanings  beind 
the  northern  wall.     I  came  and  found  her  wild 


Act  HI  51 

with  fear.     I  listened  to  the  wailings  which 
were  those  of  a  woman  in  distress. 
Ollanta.      {Stepping   forward,    interrupts). 

'Tis   Golden-Flower — the   friend   of   Joyful 
Star.     Tell  me,  Golden  Flower,  whose  child 
is  this  ? 
Golden  Flower. 

Chieftain,  her  father's  name  is  Ollanta. 
Ollanta.  {Kneeling  and  clasping  How  Beautiful). 
Ah !  I  knew  it.  Little  flower,  my  little  flow- 
er! Your  mother's  starry  eyes!  and  you  too, 
are  mine.  The  gods  are  gracious.  Ynti's 
wrath  is  turned.  The  day  already  dawns  and 
Ynti's  light  is  shining. 

Cori-tica. 

Great  and  revered  Ynaqui,  may  I  finish  my 
story  ? 

Ynaqui. 

We  listen  to  Golden  Flower,  the  faithful 
friend  of  Joyful  Star. 

Cori-tica. 

I,  the  bosom  friend  of  Joyful  Star,  fancied 
I  could  trace  a  likeness  to  your  sister's  melod- 
ious voice  in  those  wild  ravings  behind  the 
dungeon  wall.  I  am  oppressed  with  fear,  yet 
hope  exalts  me.  It  may  be  she.  Let  us  hasten 
to  the  dungeon  at  once,  Lord  Inca,  that  this 
suspense  may  be  relieved.  Your  father's  anger 
may  be  turned  away. 

Ollanta. 

Joyful  Star!  Chasca's  own!  Give  her 
again  to  me,  O  star  of  Brightness! 


52  Ollanta 

Ynaqui. 

We  go  at  once.  My  sister  may  yet  live. 
We  must  have  tapers,  Golden  Flower,  to  light 
the  darkness. 

Scene  4.     The  Dungeon. 

{A  raised  bed  of  stones  upon  which  lies  the 
wasted  form  of  Joyful  Star.  She  starts  at  the 
entrance  of  light  and  sits  up — she  covers  her 
eyes  to  hide  the  light  which  bliiids  her — she 
speaks). 

Joyful  Star. 

Strange  voices!     Who  comes!     I  see  not! 

{Ollanta  and  Ynaqui  go  near). 

Ynaqui. 

Can  this  be  my  noble  sister?     'Tis  some- 
what like  her. 
Ollanta.      {Kneeling  at  her  side). 

Do    I — here — behold — my   love,    my   tender 
'       dove,     the    lovely    Joyful    Star?       Alas,    how 
wasted ! 
Joyful  Star. 

That  voice!  {Stretches  forth  hands).  It 
is — the  voice  of  my  adored  one!  His  face — 
shall  I  behold  it?  Come  near,  if  thou  art  my 
beloved.  Let  me  but  touch  thy  hand.  Let  me 
rest  my  hand  upon  thy  brow.  Ah — it  is  he !  My 
dreaming — and  do  I  wake  from  out  this  night 
of     desolation?        {Pause — and     falteringly). 


Act  III  53 

Other — voices — reached — my    ear.      Who    are 
they? 
Ynaqui. 

My  sister  beloved,  Ynaqui  too  is  here.     He 
comes  to  set  you  free. 
Joyful  Star. 

My    brother!    endeared    to   me   a   thousand 
times. 
Cori-tica. 

And  1,  Golden  Flower,  am  here,  dear  one. 
Huillac   Umu. 

Ynti's  dawning  rays  of  light  can  drive  away 
the  darkest  night. 
Ollanta. 

The  stars  are  kind.  Come,  little  flower,  and 
let  thy  mother's  arms  embrace  her  little  one. 

{Yma  Sumac  is  drawn  foriuard  by  Golden 
Flower). 

Joyful  Star. 

My  little  one!  My  beautiful!  I  fold  you 
to  my  heart — (Pause).  And  shall  I  know  the 
joys  of  friends — and  home, — and  love, — once 
more?  The  long  night  of  this  terrible  black 
darkness  is  passing.  {Rising  slowly  and  speak- 
ing). O  stars,  O  moon,  O  sun,  O  Infinite 
One — all,  all — your  radiant  light — is  shining 
on  me.     My  cup  is  full — it  overflows ! 

{Sinks  on  knees  surrounded  by  friends). 


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